[Corry inclines his head at the X, acknowledging it's presence in passing -- younger than 21, but old enough to be here, old enough to match his gentle flirting with that smile and those eyes and that mouth pressed to the rim of a glass in a way that makes Corry believe in god again. That's the important part. And maybe there's a part of him that likes the innocence, likes the way the young man's eyes light up at the taste of the drink, the genuine surprise and delight. A new experience, courtesy of Corry -- hopefully not the last he'd give that night.
It should be a crime to make eating fruit look that appealing -- Corry watches with undisguised interest, vividly fantasizing about chasing the bright, sour flavor of lemon across the young man's lips, his tongue, replacing it with his own taste. He actually has to blink a couple times to bring himself back to the real world.
And then he grins, a cocky, smug expression that usually makes people want to kiss or punch him -- or both.] I usually do. Doesn't make it any less satisfying, though. And, because I'm shamelessly greedy, I demand another prize: your name.
[Sipping his bourbon, Corry angles more towards the young stranger, instinctively glancing around to make sure nobody else is trying to move in on him. They're either leaving together, or alone, but nobody else is walking out with this bright young thing on their arm.] I'll even start: Corrigan Molloy. "Corry", informally, full name's a bit of a mouthful.
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Date: 2023-12-31 04:15 pm (UTC)It should be a crime to make eating fruit look that appealing -- Corry watches with undisguised interest, vividly fantasizing about chasing the bright, sour flavor of lemon across the young man's lips, his tongue, replacing it with his own taste. He actually has to blink a couple times to bring himself back to the real world.
And then he grins, a cocky, smug expression that usually makes people want to kiss or punch him -- or both.] I usually do. Doesn't make it any less satisfying, though. And, because I'm shamelessly greedy, I demand another prize: your name.
[Sipping his bourbon, Corry angles more towards the young stranger, instinctively glancing around to make sure nobody else is trying to move in on him. They're either leaving together, or alone, but nobody else is walking out with this bright young thing on their arm.] I'll even start: Corrigan Molloy. "Corry", informally, full name's a bit of a mouthful.